Often, the story is the same: the band I wrote about broke up a few months afterwards, and usually, another band has been born and died after that, too. Such is the dizzyingly-quick turn-around of a new band’s life-span now.
Anyway, when Massimo got back in touch with me, I was interested to hear what he was up to. He’d written a piece for ANBAD a few years ago about his neck of the woods in London; now he runs a rehearsal studio in Tottenham and makes music as Feminist.
I spend so much time wondering what music is these days, and what the point of making music is any more now that we have instant-everything on Spotify, that sometimes I forget that perhaps, I dunno, people make music because it’s nice, and they hope to squeegee a bit of that pleasure onto others.
I guess that’s why Massimo does it, and I guess that’s what plenty of people will take from this dreamy ode to the ether itself.
An aside: Feminist is quite a neat name for an artist. I’m not sure why. The word still seems to shimmer with an electric frisson of controversy, perhaps.